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Up on Melancholy Hill...

Love forever love is free,
Let's turn forever, you and me
Oct 16 '14

ekoenigs:

danchorman:

When you think a meme is dying out:

image

This is the worst post I’ve ever seen

(Source: oxdn)

Oct 16 '14

(Source: kirishii)

Oct 16 '14
Oct 14 '14

(Source: tropius)

Sep 14 '14

orumenkoruben:

memes i want back:

  • image
Sep 14 '14

(Source: missjustboy)

Aug 12 '14

enigmaticpenguinofdeath:

Julian Rhind-Tutt as ACC Tom Boss in A Touch of Cloth [x]

"What about the rumours regarding your leadership? That no one trusts you since that string of Baroque revenge murders you carried out last year?"

"There was a full inquiry, I apologised and I went on a rehabilitation course. So as far as everyone is concerned, that is the end of the matter."

Aug 12 '14
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Aug 12 '14

riveralwaysknew:

Touch of Cloth Season 3 Trailer [X]

Aug 12 '14

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

(Source: khaleesisexual)

Aug 6 '14

Jen: She’s photoshopped out of all of them.
Moss: Yep, it’s like someone broke up with Stalin.